Depravity 1.0

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Disclaimer: NOT MINE! God I wish they were.

Well, you made it this far! That means you’re adventurous! Congratulations and welcome!!

This is Depravity 1.0. Basically, all the scenes that I considered doing in the main story, but decided were not right for it are being posted here. Kinda think of this as an AU to Depravity. It’s darker, it’s nastier, but most of all, it’s KINKIER!

Pairings? Well, mostly Y/S. But that doesn’t rule out any other pairings (except Tohma/Yuki. AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN SO DON’T ASK!!). Hetro sex? NO WAY! Swiftly shifting pairings? Hell yes!

Every chapter I’ll begin by giving you the warning needed. That way, you can pick and choose which chapters you want to read and which you want to skip. I do not expect everyone to be into every chapter, but I do expect to have something for everyone in here. So please give me a chance.

Oh, and review-wise, you have been warned about the content. I will continue to warn you about the content. If you read it and freak out, you have NO ONE to blame but yourself. Therefore, any non-constructive flames will not be taken seriously. I’ll just sit here and laugh at you, and then go make fun of you on my Livejournal.

So, on to the first chapter:

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This chapter is a public scene. Eiri and Shuichi will perform in front of three friends. There are no extreme perversions in this chapter, unless you consider Bukkake disgusting (the Japanese art of the circle jerk).

On with the scene!!

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The doorbell rang and Eiri got up to answer it. He straightened his black silk shirt and ran his hands over his black leather pants. Eiri wore nothing other than those two items of clothing, but the simplicity served only to accent his sensuality.

They were right on time, and Hiro stepped in first. The new Dom was dressed for the occasion. He had on tight black leather pants and a leather biker jacket. Slipping off his steel-tipped boots and jacket, he revealed a black wifebeater and leather arm band.

“Yo, Yuki.” He shook Eiri’s hand and smiled a little nervously.

“Hey Hiro. Go on into the living room and make yourself comfortable.”

Tohma walked in behind Hiro, also dressed in black from top to bottom. He had been to something like this before, and had a pretty good idea what would be expected of him. What he couldn’t believe was that he received an invitation in the first place. There was no way in HELL he’d pass up this opportunity.

Shaking Eiri’s hand, he switched to house slippers and followed Hiro into the living room.

Next came K. Also dressed in black with a black leather tie pulling his hair back, K actually looked delicious. He’d never been to an event like this, so without realizing his mistake, he handed Eiri a bottle of wine.

Eiri didn’t want alcohol served tonight. Inhibitions would be at an all time low as it was, and for safety reasons, he didn’t want anything impairing them further. He thanked K for the gift and mentioned they would open it after the show was over.

Now that everyone was here, it was time to start the night.

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It had all begun a few months ago, but it came to a head last week.

“Eiri, I really want to do this. I know it’s one of your fantasies, you told me so yourself! Here I am, willing to make it come true. Why are you fighting me on this?”

Eiri took a drag off his cigarette. The slow burn moved down his throat, instantly sending a calming rush through his body.

“Do you have any idea what you’re suggesting?” he asked his smaller lover.

Shuichi nodded enthusiastically. “I do. Completely. And as long as Tatsuha isn’t there, I’m willing to go through with it.”

“Just go away. I need time to think.” Turning his back on Shuichi, Eiri walked into his office and locked the door behind him.

The kid was right. This was one of his fantasies. In fact, ever since they began their D/s relationship, he often found himself waking up hard and close to an orgasm, this fantasy fueling his dreams.

For months now, Shuichi had been begging Eiri to do this scene with him. Enough was enough. If this was what his sub wanted, he wouldn’t deny him any longer.

Storming back out into the living room he barked at Shuichi, “Fine. We’ll do it. But this better not fuck up your head! You have to SWEAR to me that you’ll call the safety word if it gets to be overwhelming.”

Shuichi walked up to him and wrapped his arms around Eiri’s neck. “I will, I swear. I love you so much!”

Eiri nodded and kissed Shuichi sweetly. “I love you too, pain in the ass.”

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Eiri walked into the living room. Their three guests were seated on the couch and talking in hushed tones. This was good. No one looked overly uncomfortable. Well, almost no one.

The noted exception was Shuichi, who was kneeling in the middle of the room facing away from the couch. Other than his collar, he was completely naked, and his skin was prickled by both nerves and a slight chill from the door being opened.

Eiri didn’t let Shuichi’s chill bother him. Before long, his sub would be feeling anything but cold, and turning up the thermostat may prove to make it too hot in the room once things got going.

“I need to put this wine in the wine cooler for later. In the meantime, does anyone want anything to drink? Water, soda, tea?” Hiro spoke up, requesting some water, but the other two remained silent.

Inviting Hiro had actually turned out to be a good idea for more reasons that Eiri had originally thought. The red-head was instantly comfortable in this situation, and his demeanor was helping to relax Tohma and K.

After handing Hiro his water, Eiri sat with the men on the couch and joined their idle chit-chat. They conversed for a while, ignoring the sub still kneeling in the middle of the room. Eiri knew the delay was building the anxiety up in Shuichi. It was his way of giving his sub every last chance to back out of this before things went too far.

When it became apparent after 20 minutes that Shuichi had every intention of going through with the scene, Eiri decided it was time to begin. He stood up slowly, snuffed out his cigarette, and walked over to his sub.

Addressing their guests, Eiri started. “I believe we’re ready to begin now. I want to go over the rules one last time. No one is to touch either myself or my sub at any time, unless I give you express permission to do so. Please keep your voices low. If the scene becomes too intense for you and you no longer wish to watch or participate, please make your way to my office and close the door behind you. Please don’t leave through the front door until everything is over, for safety reasons. Finally, don’t call out instructions or requests; don’t speak to me or my sub during the scene, unless I speak to you first.

“Is everyone perfectly clear on the rules?”

All three guests immediately answered, “Yes,” and took their lead from Hiro, relaxing back into the couch.

Eiri turned and addressed his sub. “Boy, do you enter this fully understanding what you’re doing?”

“Yes Master, I do.” Shuichi kept his eyes to the ground.

“What is your safety word?”

“Zebra, Master.”

Eiri ran his fingers through Shuichi’s hair. The gesture was meant to be comforting and reassuring, and Shuichi felt some of his trepidation melt away at the touch.

“Are you ready, Boy?”

“Yes Master, I am.”

Eiri nodded in agreement and spoke to the guests one last time. “We decided to keep this simple, as this is a first for all of us. Is everyone ready?”

Once again, all three men answered, “Yes,” and Eiri took that as his final cue to begin.

Eiri walked away from his sub and back towards his guests, closing the gap between them. Turning back to Shuichi, he said, “Crawl over to me.”

Shuichi turned around and revealed to everyone that the collar wasn’t his only adornment. He was also wearing a jeweled cock-ring around his soft cock. He crawled until he was before his Dom, and then sat back on his knees to await further instructions.

Shuichi’s heart was pounding. He’d never done anything remotely like this before, and was both excited and scared at the prospect of the night’s events. He had no idea what his Master had in store for him, other than his little statement about keeping the scene simple. Shuichi was glad for that.

Eiri walked behind his sub and knelt down on the floor, spooning the singer’s body back into his. He latched his lips onto Shuichi’s neck and began biting and kissing the cool, sweet skin, his heart pounding out a fast tattoo. He pinched and worried the singer’s nipples, the nubs get hard under his touch.

Shuichi leaned his head back against Eiri, exposing more of his throat for the Dom to explore. Eiri immediately took him up on the offer, trailing his tongue from Shuichi’s ear down to his shoulder, playfully nipping at him.

Closing his eyes, Shuichi let the sensations wash over his body. His mind began to process what he was doing, and immediately he felt his blood rush to his cock. He was scening in front of both friend and colleague! He was allowing himself to be Dominated for the pleasure of both his Master and the watchers. The knowledge aroused him and drew a long moan from his throat.

Eiri slid his hands down and brushed over his sub’s cock. “Already hard, Boy? You’re such a slut.” He released the cock-ring clasp and slipped the restraint off. “I want you to cum whenever you feel like it. Let’s show your friends how little control you actually have over yourself.”

Tohma swallowed hard, his tongue moving through the mud in his mouth as he watched Eiri stroke and tease his lover. It was erotic, it was degrading, it was so fucking hot that he didn’t know how he’d make it through to the end without cumming in his pants. He watched Eiri pull out a little bottle of lube and drip it down over the tip of Shuichi’s cock, and couldn’t help but moan a little, watching the oil drip down over his sac and to the floor.

Hiro and K had similar thoughts going through their minds. For Hiro, an aroused naked Shuichi was nothing new. After all, they’d spent hours jerking off together in high school. But, seeing that arousal occur at the hands of Yuki made it so much different than anything he remembered. Oh, how he wanted to crawl down there and wrap his lips around that throbbing cock. He restrained himself, but barely.

Shuichi was wanton in his display, tossing his head back and thrusting out his hips to meet Eiri’s fist. K sat back and tried to take it all in stride, pretending he was just watching some random porn rather than his singer. It wasn’t working. He’d seen Shuichi behave almost whorish more times than he could count. All the singer had to do was sing Spicy Marmalade or Welcome to My Romance, and he was in full on sex mode. But it was nothing like this.

K now knew without a doubt that the Shuichi of the stage was nothing more than an act. It was always hot, always deeply sexual, but nothing compared to what he was witnessing right now. Adjusting his hard-on, K concentrated on the action before him, wishing he had asked for a glass of water earlier.

Eiri let his fist form a tunnel, encouraging his sub to fuck himself on it. Shuichi didn’t need any encouragement as his hips moved of their own volition, thrusting up into the lube-slickened tunnel.

“Open your eyes and look at our guests. Keep your eyes open and on them for the rest of the scene.” Eiri pressed his erection into Shuichi’s back, watching the reactions from the watchers. Ahh, this was how his fantasy always played out, but it was never this hot, this overwhelming before.

Seeing Tohma pale while watching gave him a smug sense of satisfaction. He knew his brother-in-law wanted to be in Shuichi’s place, but Tohma was fully aware that this was the closest he’d ever come to making that fantasy come true. Catching the president’s eyes, Eiri gave Shuichi an especially tight tug making the singer cry out in ecstasy. Tohma arched his back a bit and licked his lips, his eyes glazing over from the visual onslaught. Eiri smiled and licked his lips in response before dipping back down to suck on his lover’s neck.

Shuichi looked deep into Hiro’s eyes and saw the lust smoldering inside his best friend. How many times had Shuichi wished he could be wrapped in those strong muscular arms? How many nights had he lain awake touching himself while dreaming of a cascade of red hair falling over his face? It was Shuichi’s deepest fantasy, had been since he turned fourteen.

He mouthed Hiro’s name, a silent offering to his friend. Hiro’s entire body shook, his name on Shuichi’s lips a confession and a plea. Oh GODS how he wanted him! He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, calming himself before it was all over too soon.

K didn’t understand why he’d been invited. Tohma was there because of his attachment to Eiri. Hiro because of his link to Shuichi. Where did he fit in? How was he so lucky to be involved in this most private of moments?

He realized that it didn’t matter. He was there, at Shuichi’s and Eiri’s request, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. He glanced over at his companions, noticing he wasn’t the only one wearing pants way too tight to be comfortable. Tohma looked to be in sexual bliss. Hiro seemed to be in agony. The room had taken on a musky smell, and K didn’t even notice his right hand trailing up his leg to stroke against the front of his pants. It seemed natural, a welcome act in this room that had become a temple to carnality.

Shuichi was rapidly approaching his first orgasm. Eiri slipped one hand down to cup his sub’s sac, rolling the flesh and tickling the sensitive area just behind it. It began to draw up against Shuichi’s body, signifying that the singer was moments from screaming out his pleasure.

Gripping Shuichi’s cock tighter, he pumped it fast and hard while pressing his other hand against Shuichi’s perineum, stimulating his prostate. “Boy, cum now.”

The words were whispered in his ear, and became a command he had no choice but to follow. Shuichi took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out in the form of a cry as his orgasm ripped through his body. Thick ropes of white liquid shot out in front of him, his cock aimed towards the watcher at the couch. The cum itself fell far short of their friends, but the display it made left everyone groaning in sympathy.

Eiri caught the last streams of cum in his hand and rubbed it back into Shuichi’s cock, adding to the already present lubrication. He let the cum drip down across his sac, rubbing it in and playing with the tight curly hair.

Shuichi collapsed back against his Dom, but stayed true to his orders. His eyes never once left their watchers as he came. Correction, his eyes never once left Hiro as he came.

The guitarist had leaned forward when he saw his friend reach his orgasm. He couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him, harmonizing with his singer in sympathy and barely contained lust. To him, this was so much more than witnessing a public scene. They way Shuichi looked at him, into him, made Hiro feel as if he were being Dominated by his friend. Ah, but oh Gods, Yuki was so sensual and beautiful in his attention to his lover. Hiro couldn’t fight his attraction to the blond man any more than he could fight his attraction to Shuichi. This was such a sweet death.

“Mmmm, Boy. That was truly wonderful. You came so much, but look, you’re still hard. You like performing for your friends, don’t you. But tell me Boy? Is this really an act?” Eiri continued stroking Shuichi as if he hadn’t just cum, tickling the tip and rubbing the base.

Shuichi licked his lips and straightened up again. “Oh Master, no, not an act. Ahhhh…” Shuichi’s eyes seemed to phase in and out as Eiri rolled his hips into him from behind. “For me, Master?”

Eiri knew his sub was referring to the erection pressed into his back and whispered, “For you, my Boy. Always and only for you.”

Shuichi’s second orgasm was rapidly building, even though the first had been only moments before. Hearing Eiri whisper words of devotion in his ear was more erotic to him than any touches or kisses, and he felt his mind soar at the wonderful confessions.

Eiri sat back on his knees and pulled Shuichi with him, forcing the smaller man to straddle his thighs. It placed Shuichi higher than Eiri, but that didn’t matter. The focus was on the singer’s swollen cock at the moment, no where else.

Hiro reached out and picked up his glass. He sipped at the cool water, letting it drizzle down his throat slowly. It did nothing to quench his thirst, but the momentary relief was still welcome. Before he could place it down again, Tohma reached out and silently asked to share the water. Hiro placed the glass in his hand, and their skin brushed against one another. Both of them immediately felt the electricity of the touch, knowing it was only because of how aroused they were. They smiled at each other before returning their attention to the scene before them.

K continued to stroke himself languidly, leaning back and drinking in all the sensations. If only all of Tokyo could see his singer the way he looked now; thoroughly debauched, sweating, covered in cum and still hard… This one man-child was sexier, more sensual than anything else in K’s entire experience.

Higher and higher Shuichi climbed, the hands wrapped around his cock milking and tugging him with each step his mind took. He cried out, “Master, oh GODS please!” before remembering that he had permission to cum when he wanted to. The moment he remembered, the spiral uncoiled and his second orgasm took him.

Instead of pulsing out with the distance of the first time, the cum dribbled from the tip, down over Eiri’s fingers and the back of his hand. It dripped onto the leather pants below, and slid down between the Dom’s legs.

Eiri groaned with his sub, pressing his erection between those firm globes and gripping Shuichi’s cock in a vice-like grip. Heavy breathing and panting filled the room as all eyes focused on Shuichi, on his cock and then his trembling body.

“That’s two, Boy. Very good. How fast can you make it to three? Mmm, I bet it won’t take long. You are such a cum-slut!” Eiri’s stroking never let up as he worked his Boy up once again.

The watchers’ attention was rapt on the scene before them. The second orgasm had drowned them all deeper in their lust, and they greedily awaited the third.

It didn’t take long, just as Eiri predicted. Shuichi was pushed forward until he was on his knees, kneeling upright. Eiri kneeled behind him towering his height over his Boy, hands moving in a near blur. The third orgasm was followed by a fourth and then a fifth, before Eiri broke stride.

It was enough, and time to move on to the next act of this scene.

Shuichi shook and gasped for air, gulping and trembling as his Master moved him into his new position. He was now on is hands and knees, his face pressed down to the floor and his ass high in the air.

Eiri took out the lube once again and poured a tiny stream down into his sub’s cleft. He worked it into Shuichi’s entrance and slipped his fingers inside. Shuichi had prepared himself ahead of time, as was always expected, so Eiri didn’t need to finger him long before it was time.

He used Shuichi’s hips to block the guests’ view of what he was doing. The sound of his metal zipper dragging down and the button popping open sent shivers through everyone.

Hiro’s eyes drew wide open when he realized that Eiri was going to fuck his friend right in front of them. He hadn’t expected it to take that turn, not that he was complaining. He just didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to withhold his own orgasm.

Tohma tried to peer around Shuichi’s hips, but from his vantage point on the couch, he failed. He knew Eiri had his cock out and was pressing it up against Shuichi’s entrance, but he couldn’t see it and didn’t want to get up and walk closer, making his desire so painfully obvious.

K unzipped his own pants along with Eiri and slipped his hand inside. He stroked the heated flesh of his cock while he watched, surprised the other two men on the couch with him weren’t doing the same. Ah, he had to take that back as he watched Hiro lean back, unzip his pants, and tug his cock out into the air.

The guitarist had a mouthwatering cock, and K salivated at the display before and beside him. Hiro openly stroked himself, his eyes heavily lidded as his attention focused on Shuichi’s tensed body.

Eiri continued to stroke his cock against Shuichi’s entrance, waiting for the right moment to begin fucking him. He saw Hiro take out his cock, followed by K, but Tohma was still withholding.

He ran the head of his cock up between Shuichi’s globes until the very tip peeked out. The moment Tohma laid eyes on Eiri’s pink head, he cried out into a gasp, and tugged his own cock out of its confinement. That was the moment Eiri was waiting for. They were all exposed, and it was now time to fuck his boy.

Shuichi’s body was slammed forward as Eiri entered him, shoving until he was buried all the way to the hilt. Shuichi cried out blissfully as his Master began thrusting into him, nearly knocking the breath from his body.

Hiro, K and Tohma unknowingly matched the rhythm of their strokes to the pace Eiri set. Hiro spread his legs and sunk down into the couch, crying out Shuichi’s name. Tohma sat forward as if trying to get closer, pinching the tip of his cock to hold back his orgasm. K reclined casually, one leg tossed over the other as he calmly but quickly stroked himself. His smile glowed while he watched his singer get pounded practically through the floor.

Eiri was already turned on to the breaking point, and he could tell their friends were at the same point. It was time for the final act of this scene.

Withdrawing from Shuichi’s body, he stood up, his cock jutting proudly from his body. “Boy, turn over.”

Shuichi immediately did as he was told, lying on his back. He spread his legs and Eiri knelt down between them. “Stroke yourself.”

Breathily, Shuichi responded, “Yes, Master,” and took his cock in hand. Eiri wrapped his own fist around himself and pointed the tip of his cock down at his sub’s body. Stroking slowly, he looked up, made eye contact with each of his guests, and began to speak.

“You’re welcome to join me, but no touching me or Shuichi.”

Hiro barely processed the invitation before his body was moving. He knelt down by Shuichi’s head and began pumping himself, his moans coming in a steady stream as he imagined the moment he would cum on his best friend.

K and Tohma followed immediately, each setting up on either side of Shuichi’s hips. K’s eyes were glued to Shuichi’s cock, Hiro’s eyes greedily devoured Shuichi’s mouth, and Tohma’s gaze was focused on Eiri’s cock..

Tohma couldn’t take it and was the first to go. He threw back his head as jets of hot cum shot from him, landing on Shuichi’s cock and adding to the lube already present. K watched the thick liquid splash on his singer’s cock and sac, and it sent him over the edge. His own orgasm hit him, pumping his cum down into Shuichi’s hands and onto his cock.

Hiro watched Shuichi’s lips intently, and then switched his focus to Shuichi’s eyes. His friend was looking at Eiri, and the lust burning there was clear for all to see. Eiri smiled at his sub and nodded in Hiro’s direction.

Shuichi tore his eyes away from his Dom and looked up, meeting Hiro’s gaze head on. It was the last straw for Hiro, and with a guttural growl, he came, aiming his stream at Shuichi’s mouth. Shuichi opened his lips and let the cum splash onto his tongue and into that wet cavern, tasting Hiro and drinking everything down.

Shuichi continued pumping himself, the cum from his own orgasms and his friends orgasms becoming almost frothy in his fist. Eiri was focused on his Boy’s cock, and the intense look of concentration on is face excited Shuichi into his sixth and final orgasm of this night. It set off an answering orgasm in Eiri, and together the two lovers, the Dominant and his submissive, were brought to that ultimate ecstasy.

Eiri and the three watchers all fell back slightly, supporting their weight on the back of their legs. Eiri was the first to break the silence.

“You did very good, Boy, and I’m very proud of you.” He smiled at Shuichi’s response.

“Thank you, Master. I love you so much!” How the boy had enough energy to declare his love with such enthusiasm was beyond the novelist.

“I think it’s time for Shuichi and me to excuse ourselves. Please help yourself to some wine, the bathroom, whatever. We’re calling it a night.” Once said, Eiri picked Shuichi up in his arms and carried his sub into their bedroom and through to the bathroom. He had a candle-lit bath waiting, a surprise for his sub. He figured that regardless of whether this scene played out good or bad, they would both welcome a soak.

Eiri kissed his sub sweetly as he lowered him into the water. Once he removed his own clothing, he joined Shuichi, cooing words of praise and love.

Shuichi was floating in sub-space. That was one of the most intense sexual experiences of his life. Maybe not the best, for those were reserved for him and Eiri alone. But it came pretty close. He floated in the knowledge that he made his Master, his Dominant, his Lover happy and snuggled into the warm wet embrace that waited for him.

Scene 1 – Owari

A/N: Dedicated to all my Depravity friends, and to any new friends I may be so lucky to make along the way!!